Ch 1

"Number 21958 has been stable lately hasn't he?" I heard a voice say, not that far from where I laid. My wrists and ankles were strapped to the table, a leather band around my stomach and my throat and a blindfold over my eyes. A pair of gloves covered my hands which were becoming sore once again. I didn't even move to the voice anymore, instead my mind went out to the next tests they would be doing on my body. Just because I was different my parents sold me off, just because I'm different strange people practice all kinds of tests on me. I feel so powerless. In the end, I can't do anything to escape this madness. If only something happened. Something to free myself from these boundaries. Not likely that that will happen. Even if something happened I would be taken with it. This was the secret research facility after all. About 1/6 of American illegal experiments happened here and I was one of them.

Groans escaped my lips as I felt a scalpel cut through my skin. So many times already that they cut me open and so many times that they grunt in disapproval of not finding what they wanted to find. The source of my power. After another session of being cut open and sewn together I laid tired and panting. Someone forced a tube through my throat like usual. My gag reflex had become numb because of it. They pumped water and vitamins and other stuff into my stomach so I won't starve. As soon as they were done the dim light I could see through the blindfold was killed and silence took over the lab. I sighed deep. How old was I by now? I think I heard someone a few days ago saying I was 18? Well, not that it matters much. It just means I got a long way to go before I die.

Suddenly the silence was interrupted by a scream. It was pretty far and I had to strain my ears to hear another one. Had something finally gone wrong? Had my years of wishing been granted? I gritted my teeth as I heard another shout and an alarm sounded. A torture to the ears. I groaned and with all my might I pulled my restraints but I wasn't granted with amazing power like superman, the hulk or captain America. No I had something else. As I noticed my struggles were in vain and there was more shouting and the sounds of thundering footsteps and gunshots, probably not the last I would hear. I took a deep breath. "Okay concentrate" I whispered to myself with a hoarse voice. I focused all my attention to the blindfold before my eyes and slightly twitched my fingers. A grin appeared on my lips as the blindfold slowly shoved off and I could see. After so long in the dark I could see and god those instruments they probably used on me looked awful. Lucky for me that they were still there. I smirked as I turned my head and orchestrated with my fingers. The scalpel which still had some blood on it flew towards the band on my belly and cut it, slow but steady.

I heard gunshots closer and I cursed as I saw armed men running past my room towards the source of it. Something has gone seriously bad. I hissed as I cut my belly in the process of loosing focus. I growled a few curses and continued until the band was cut loose. I took a few deep breaths and went to my wrist. Then I took the scalpel with my free hand and undid the rest.

Suddenly there was a pause in the gunfire and I could hear swearing. My hearing was quite sensitive, at least that was what the docters said. Boneshuddering groaning entered my ears and coursed shivers over my spine. That sounded like death. I got up and tried to stand cursing at the weakness in my legs from laying so long. I rubbed them fast as my eyes kept focus on the glass off the door. I could see more armed men pass, paying no heed to this escaping creature. I gave a small smile. This was it. If only my stupid legs worked.

After a good few minutes rubbing and trying to stand, my legs were finally able to carry my weight. I crouched towards the windows and glanced through it. I widened as I saw a row of soldiers firing as fast as they were able to. They fired at soldiers, doctors and nurses. But that wasn't that strange, who knows what they did. The strange thing was that they didn't go down unless their head was hit. Only then I saw them sunk to the floor. I gulped. This is my given chance. My eyes shot to the lock and with a soft click it opened. I walked crouching to it and slowly opened it, peeking from side to side once again before I made a run for it. Sprinting as fast as I could on bare foot, completely naked actually. I hissed at the cold wind nipping at my skin. Those curses became only more colourful as I saw staggering, limping, whatever you called it, people who were awfully pale. I shut myself up and crouched. They didn't seem to notice me yet. I cursed at myself for not taking the equipment with me. I slowly looked up through the window next to me. I saw a cut open corpse and still equipment next to it. For the first time I was happy that this place was so fucking messed up. I slid inside with the same trick I escaped. I smiled to myself as I saw the clothes of probably that cut open guy on a chair neatly folded. This was really my lucky day. I quickly put them on and stuffed my pockets with equipment. I looked over at the corpse with sympathy. "I'm sorry you had to go through this" I whispered but a squeak left my lips as the eyes of the corpse opened and groaned as it tried to escape it's bounds. Okay, note to self, probably zombies, avoid dead bodies. I bit my lip. I'd want someone to kill me if I turn. Probably. I lifted the scalpel. "Better get used to this" I whispered to myself before the scalpel penetrated through the soft parts besides our ears and cut into the brain. The corpse stopped groaning and I pulled the scalpel back and held it in my hand. "I'd rather have rocks" I muttered to myself as I slowly crept out. The walking corpses I saw earlier had walked past and I sighed in relieve as I made my way quietly and carefully through the halls. I followed the signs, I knew a few rooms close to the exit and I would follow those signs to leave. Finally leave. Even in this dire situation my stomach fluttered with happiness. I could leave! My careful steps became faster as I went and came closer and closer. A smile tainted my lips. I didn't care for the zombie's I encountered. I drove the scalpel through their head before they could do anything. Many would be disturbed by killing the undead suddenly but not me. Well maybe a little, but my hunker of freedom kept me going and going not looking back.

I laughed as I stormed through the doors which I forced to open with a flick of my hand. I could feel the grass on my feet as I laughed, I saw people staggering, probably zombies as well. I breathed in the fresh air. This felt amazingly good. This was so, so, so good. Words couldn't even describe my feelings as I felt something wet roll down my cheeks.

I was pulled out of my happiness as I heard roaring of the dead. I looked around and gritted my teeth as I saw them approaching. I took another deep breath and began to run, the scalpels I stole flying besides me ready to fire at my command. Dodging the slow corpses I laughed in ecstasy. Fuck humans, long live the dead!

I heard choppers going up and took a moment to look behind me. I saw indeed choppers going up in the air, I heard people screaming and yelling from where they came from. "So far for a fair emergency escape plan" I frowned as I buried the scull saw into one of the zombies before running further. There were still a few kilometres until the fence and I was already panting. Why was I even running? I slowed down to a walking pace and the scalpels, knives and other sharp equipment flew around me. I needed to stay sharp rather than get tired out by running with my way to bad stamina. I smirked, the first thing I would do was train my body. I couldn't hold another burst of laughter which sounded insane as I saw the one man that had cut me up so many times. "Not so much words now right?!" I laughed hysterical as scalpels attacked the walking corpse like bees and it dropped down. The scalpels flew back to me with a twitch of my fingers and I continued walking. I glanced up and cursed. One of those choppers had a bomb at the size of a human. They planned to erase everything? "Well fucking great, you will fail" I hissed angry at the fact they wanted to bury their mistakes and crimes away. I glanced around for any close by zombies before I pulled off one glove and held my bare hand up. It was like time stopped in a cocoon around me. the zombies were growling but not moving. The chopper tried to fly higher but couldn't gain altitude. "Bye bye bitch" I smirked before the bomb fired back to the chopper creating an explosion that I was barely spared from. I smiled at the sight and quickly put my glove back on and began running. I shouldn't use it too much.

Or it'll take me over

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heey, new story new chance and new characters! i hope youll like it and i hope ill get comments and feedback :3